Devil Within Digital Daggers Novels & Stories

Diana was still in the white gown that she wore in the tower, but from her face to her body she had turned more towards the demonic side. Terrified, a few soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt. “Who did this…” Diana mumbled gruffly. “Why the hell did you stop your attacks, prince Devon?” Vidar said. “Finish them! End them here! Can’t you see? She is a demoness. The warmonger. The filthy blood that has brought destruction to this world. Kill them both!” Devon looked even more confused from Vidar’s comment, but he didn’t attack. “Fine! I will do this myself!” Vidar snatched the gun from Devon’s hand and incessantly shot at Diana, but Zephyr threw himself in the middle.

Their lifeless faces were terrifyingly ashen, implying that they had died a positively agonizing death. Indeed, Skylar was cultivating an ultimate fiend skill known as the Devil Nightmare. Archfiend Antigonus had been extremely impressed with Skylar when he released him from the Ghost World and helped him build a tangible body, and had thus passed on many ultimate fiend skills to him. The Devil Nightmare was one of them. Acquiring the Devil Nightmare was a ruthless process—it was done by absorbing children's spirits. One wrong move would result in a state of extreme tragedy. However, if one were to succeed, their skill would rise to a whole new realm.

This monstrous being was the Devourer, a demonic entity summoned by Rhett. The moment Rhett had called upon the Devourer, Chase had sensed the shift in energy. "He actually dares to summon a demonic entity to aid him? He's lost his mind." Chase let out a cold snort, his body gradually turning transparent as he melded into his surroundings. He closed in on Rhett from the side like a shadow, moving at lightning speed. A dagger gleamed in his grip as he thrust it straight toward Rhett's throat. "Hmm?" Rhett's brows furrowed. His instincts flared, warning him of imminent danger. He moved just in time, narrowly dodging the fatal strike.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

I caught the dagger and rushed to the beast getting on top of it, my hands raised up to stab the beast right in the chest, when it slowly stopped struggling, and began to morph back. My jaw fell open, my eyes widened in shock as I felt my soul leave me, lying beneath me was Ava. She was the devil Alpha.

"Come on, beg for it." Arthur did not, he would rather drink a dog pee. Begging wouldn't change anything, and he wouldn't indulge these demented women's dark fantasies. "Alright then." Morgana turned her head, addressing her servant. "Dora, prepare the spiked whips and fire them up. Let us begin." <><><><>

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

Hand me the dagger. Mira flinched. She knew this was it. Elijah handed the dagger to Lucifer. "Catch." Lucifer told Mira, tossing the dagger to her. Mira didn't understand what he was doing. "You attempted to kill me and my team. Under normal circumstances I would just slit your throat myself, but this is a more severe situation." "Let me use your echo for a moment Death." Lucifer asked. 'What are you doing?' Death wondered. Death tossed his echo to Lucifer.

That was when she told me about the dagger, where it had been hidden in the packhouse, why the rogues had searched for it, why so many feared it, and what it truly was. "A fragment of the Goddess's soul." The words echoed through me. "When activated, it grants power beyond imagination. No one has ever been able to fully bind with it and do you know why?" I shook my head. Her gaze lowered. "Because to fully fuse with the dagger...you must be willing to sacrifice your soul. Lilith, you must be willing to be erased from existence itself” End of flashback. The battlefield returned. The dagger remained in my hand while the storm raged overhead. No one spoke, no one moved, even the rogues stared a

He was alive for so many days in an isolated prison. Elfar reached into the private pouch of his coat and pulled out two valuable daggers. Damian’s eyes went wide. It was rumored to be the blessed daggers of the secret order of knights which could kill any supernatural being, could harm vampires and witches. The enchanted fire purified dagger could cut through any dark creatures. Elfar surveyed the crowd, watched Damian's father in the eye and held the daggers in his hands, and closed his eyes to pray. Damian and the rest followed suit, more out of anxiety that he didn’t want to see what would happen than from prayerfulness.